“You’re being a jerk now.” My legs were trembling against his, and Gabriel held me against me with one arm as he continued to tease me leisurely with his other hand. My underwear was soaked through by now.
He finally took pity on me, slicking his finger over the spot he knew I needed him.
“Yes….” Gabriel was finally giving me what I was begging for.
I gasped as he began to work his finger steadily, slipping over my swollen and throbbing bud of sensation.
“Yes, like that.” My eyes grew heavy-lidded. I was barely hanging onto his neck while my other hand stroked him through his pants. “Oh Gabriel…”
Hearing his name on my lips seemed to awaken something primal in Gabriel. He stroked me with deft and steady movements, dipping into the heat of my core and coating my clit with my own wetness. He teased me back and forth, back and forth, slipping his fingers in a rhythm that had me panting and moaning helplessly.
“Yes… Oh my god, Gabriel…”
My hand gradually fell away from his erection. I could do nothing but receive the pleasure he was giving her. My hips jerked in time to his movements. My lips parted in silent pleas for more.
“Don’t reach for it,” Gabriel murmured, petting me steadily. I was so aroused that his fingers were soaked. “Let it come to you.”
He worked one finger inside me, then two. I could feel my inner muscles clenching around him greedily as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, working me closer to a climax.
I’d discovered that whenever I moaned his name, Gabriel rewarded me with more. Faster. Harder.
“Gabriel,” I panted, my eyes heavy-lidded and unseeing with desire. “Gabriel, more.”
“It’s me you’re thinking about,” Gabriel said almost wonderingly as he thrust his fingers in and out of me. “Me you’re rolling your hips and begging for.”
“Yes.” I could have wept from the overwhelming need he was wringing from my body. “I want you.”
“Only me.” His voice was low with possessiveness. He slipped a third finger into me, stretching me fully. His thumb worked my clit mercilessly, stroking me in a rhythm that matched my urgent moans.
A gasp of pleasure escaped me. “Yes…”
“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet,” he gritted.
The sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of me were loud and lewd, driving us into a deeper frenzy, and soon Gabriel couldn’t take any more of it.
He withdrew his fingers from me and scooped me up in his arms. We crossed the suite in seconds as he dumped me on the bed before removing his clothes, then mine.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Gabriel as he positioned himself over me. Every muscle in his body stood out in harsh planes like a god out of a myth. His skin was slick with a light sheen of perspiration, and his eyes burned on my face as he took me in.
As he gripped my knees and pushed them apart, I found myself spreading wider for him, uncaring of how I looked. All I wanted was for him to fill me again.
I heard the rip of a condom wrapper, then Gabriel positioned himself at my entrance.
Maddeningly enough, he paused.
“Lena, I want you to be sure about this—”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him against me. The broad head of his erection pressed against my aching core, an unfamiliar painful pleasure that I immediately craved more of.
“Lena,” Gabriel hissed between clenched teeth. “I’m trying to go slow, but if you keep doing that—”
I did it again, and this time he went deeper into me. I couldn’t stifle the cry of pain that slipped out of me.
“Easy, love.” Gabriel’s expression was fierce and tender with something I couldn’t name. “Let me do it for you. Let me please you…”
The thick hardness of him pressed into me, deeper and harder. It hurt, but I wanted all of the pleasure that came with it. Gabriel’s jaw was tight from holding himself back, every muscle in his body straining to go slow.
Finally he entered me all the way, and he groaned at the moment we were joined completely.
“Are you good?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. “Does it hurt?”
“Not too much,” I whispered.
I lifted my lips and sought him blindly, and Gabriel took my mouth in a firm, urgent kiss. At the same time he pulled out of me and re-entered in a maddeningly slow glide that left me aching for more.
Sensing my need, Gabriel began to increase his pace, pumping in and out of me in steady strokes. My vision started to wink, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as the pleasure became too much for me to handle.
I’d expected my first time to be tender and soft, but our love-making was frantic and urgent. I couldn’t get enough of his thickness filling me up, and Gabriel’s low groans told me that he was nearly mindless with pleasure himself.
“Gabriel,” I panted, thrusting my hips in time to the punishing rhythm that he had set for me. “I can’t… It’s too much—”
“Don’t fight it.” His words were a devilish murmur against my burning skin. “Let it come.”
Then he bent and took my nipple into his mouth, suckling and lashing the swollen bud with his tongue.
Pleasure shot through me and my back arched as if I’d been electrified. My hands sank into his hair to hold his head close.
“Yes… oh, yes…” My voice was throaty and raw, and I let my head fall back in pleasure.
Gabriel was merciless as he withdrew and slammed home again and again, and soon I felt my insides clenching around his erection, gripping him desperately.
“Lena,” Gabriel groaned against my breast. “Fuck me, you’re getting so tight… I want to feel you coming around my cock just like this.”
He suckled me harder, thrusting deeper and faster into me.
I arched my hips helplessly as I moaned his name over and over. The place between my legs strained for something I’d never felt before, something far more powerful than my clumsy attempts at pleasure in the privacy of my room when I felt alone. Gabriel’s thickness inside me was pure ecstasy, and I thought I might die if he stopped right now.
Then suddenly every muscle in my body clenched, and my eyes flew open to meet his.
Gabriel watched in rapt awe as I moaned loudly, grinding my hips deeper on his cock and greedily squeezing every inch of him with my inner muscles.
He watched me as my orgasm took over fully and crashed over me in a blinding wave of pleasure. My body arched as it gripped me, but he didn’t allow me to break eye-contact as I came on him.
Gabriel bit out a harsh curse as he watched me come. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he took my hips in a painful grip and thrust hard inside me, over and over and over, pounding mercilessly into me until suddenly he froze—
“Fuck!” He groaned, thrusting home in a final burst as he emptied himself inside me.
I watched in amazement as Gabriel lost control and gave himself over to the pleasure. He was wild and beautiful and vulnerable at that moment, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him if I tried.
“Christ.” Gabriel collapsed over me when he was done, though he was careful not to crush me under his large body. “Jesus fucking Christ, Lena…”
But instead of laying with me like I hoped, Gabriel withdrew from me carefully and went to the bathroom. He came back soon with a damp towel, and I covered my face with my hands as he gently tended to me. The cool cloth soothed the dull ache between my thighs, but I couldn’t help wincing at the contact.
“Sorry,” Gabriel murmured.
When the towel came away, it was lightly stained with dark streaks.
Blood. I was no longer a virgin.
I watched with a strange objectivity as Gabriel took it back to the bathroom. My whole life I’d thought my first time would change something within me, but strangely it didn’t hold as much weight as I thought it would.
Gabriel soon returned to the bed and drew me into his arms, murmuring praise and assurances in my ear.
My climax had eased, but my body still trembled with faint aftershocks. I was glad to have his steadying presence enveloping me.
“How do you feel?”
I shifted to look up at him. Gabriel’s expression was one of concern, but behind his brown eyes I thought I saw a hint of vulnerability.
“Like I’m boneless.” My lips curved into a teasing smile. “I’d even go so far to say it was the best sex I ever had.”
Gabriel laughed low, his expression turning warm as he watched me. “Getting cheeky, are we? I’m your client, don’t forget that, and I demand that you behave with propriety.”
He punctuated that with a lewd squeeze of my left breast.
“Do you even know the meaning of that word?”
“Touché,” he grinned, massaging my flesh leisurely. “So how’s the research going?”
“Pretty good.” My eyes went heavy-lidded as I leaned into his touch. I absently wondered if this was the right time to tell him about what I knew of Jacob Kline.
“I think I have something that might interest you,” I finally said.
Gabriel’s voice was low and husky. “Stole the line right out my mouth, didn’t you?”
His hand snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I was alarmed when I felt that he was already hard again and pressed up insistently against my stomach.
“Gabriel, be serious!”
“I am,” he countered. “Everything else can wait. I’m not gonna let go of the chance to make out with the girl who turned my life upside down.”
With that Gabriel kissed me deeply again, pressing me back into the mattress and making me forget every protest I had. All I knew was his powerful body trapping me in his hold, and the heated taste of him exploring me.
When we finally parted he pulled me back against him, and I settled happily into his arms.
“Did you read it?” I couldn't help asking. “The whole thing?”
Gabriel raised his brow. “The article? You bet I did. For a whole month it was all anyone talked about when they brought up my name.”
“Hmm.” I absently traced a pattern on the tanned skin of his bicep. “The thing is, I was calling you out—”
“No shit,” he grinned.
“—because I thought it would help you.”
“Yeah?” Gabriel was genuinely curious, shifting to brace his temple on his clenched knuckles. “How so?”
I shrugged, feeling self-conscious and more than a little pretentious.
“From what I knew about you, I thought, well, maybe you weren’t quite satisfied with how people perceived you. I wondered if that boy who held Math tutoring sessions for his schoolmates wanted to be seen differently.”
Gabriel seemed to consider that. “And so you put out that article to figuratively yell at me about how I should hold myself to a higher standard than that of a narcissistic party asshole with a pretty face.”
“Also to keep my job,” I said apologetically. I pushed my glasses further up my nose, leaving a fingerprint right on the glass. “You didn’t react anyway—not at first, at least—so I thought maybe I’d been too arrogant about it.”
Gabriel grinned as he reached out to pluck my glasses off my face. It was by now an intimate ritual between us.
“Just so you know, I’m gonna hold this over you for a long fuckin’ time, Mouse. You totally wrecked me to the core with that article,” he said conversationally as he carefully polished the glass pieces with the corner of the bedspread. “I couldn’t even sleep at night, your words busted my ego right open.”
I smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
“It also made me face the fact that I didn’t even know who I was.” Gabriel gently replaced the glasses on my face as I closed my eyes.
“What about now?”
When I opened my eyes again I found Gabriel’s gaze burning into mine. My breath caught at the intimate nearness.
“Not quite yet,” he murmured as he studied me closely, “but I think I’m getting there.”
My cheeks heated as I caught the meaning behind his words.
It was frankly alarming. More and more Gabriel was saying and doing things that surprised me, and I found myself eagerly—dangerously hoping that there was something permanent growing between us.
“There’s one thing you didn’t find out about me though,” Gabriel added, raising his brow conspiratorially.
I found myself inching closer eagerly. “What is it?”
He narrowed his eyes in a mock-considering look. “Since you’re gonna find out anyway, what with your super sleuthing skills… And fair warning, it’s scandalous. No one else but my family knows this, not even my friends, so you gotta keep a tight lid, yeah?”
“Of course! What is it?”
“I’m not actually an Easton.” Gabriel raised his brows expectantly. “Not by blood anyway.”
I blinked, certain that I’d heard wrong. “But you’re the face of the Easton empire. Just weeks ago you were the heir to the fortune.”
My eyes widened when it finally dawned on me.
I gaped. “You mean you’re—”
“Illegitimate,” Gabriel confirmed grimly, though his brown eyes danced with humor. “My mother had an affair, and I was the bastard child from that mistake.”
“Oh my god.” I struggled to find the right words. “That’s huge news.”
His lips quirked. “Does that change how you feel about me?”
“Of course not!” I protested quickly, and flushed when I caught Gabriel’s teasing grin.
“Crazily enough though…” His lopsided smile surfaced again. “My biological father is the same guy I asked you to investigate. I never knew him so I guess I wanted to know what kind of person he is.”
My entire world went still.
“Your biological father…” I said in a voice that sounded far away even to my own ears, “…is Jacob Kline?”
Gabriel’s expression changed when he saw my face.
“What is it?” he asked, his brows snapping together. “Lena, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” I whispered, slapping away his outreached hand. “What’s wrong?”
My ears were playing a cruel trick on me. There was no other explanation for this. There was no way in hell that Gabriel could be related to that monster.
But to my horror and shame Gabriel’s face started to remind me faintly of Kline’s the longer I stared at him. Gabriel took after his mother in his good looks, but now even I couldn’t deny the features he shared with Kline. The hair. The slight questioning cock of the head.
That charming smile.
I scrambled out of the bed like it was a pit of fire, numbly snatching up my clothes and jerking them on with shaky limbs.
Gabriel cursed, and from the corner of my eye I saw him getting up as well, tugging on his jeans as he approached me.
“Lena.”
I ignored him, searching the floor blindly for my sweater. I found it and tugged it on, trying to stay upright on my feet when it seemed like my whole world was collapsing around me.
Gabriel’s jaw tightened. “Lena, something’s clearly up so will you please just tell me what it is so we can fix it?”
He moved towards me, and I raised my hands and took a step back.
“Don’t touch me,” I said unsteadily. “Please.”
Gabriel’s brows snapped together. “Lena, you gotta talk to me. I can’t do anything unless you tell me—”
“It’s him!” I choked, swinging to face him in anger. “Your father!”
Gabriel reared back when he saw my expression. My face was twisted in fury and pain, and I could barely keep the hot tears from welling up in my eyes.
“I was an intern with the New York Chronicle,” I choked, feeling so overcome with shame that I was almost numb with it. “It was part of my college internship a year ago.” I shoved a straggling strand out of my face impatiently. “I was tasked by a senior to interview him. Jacob Kline.”
Gabriel sto
pped breathing.
“He took me up to his room—” I broke off as fresh hot tears came.
Gabriel turned completely white. “Lena—”
“And there, he tried to…” I bit down hard on my knuckles, shaking my head jerkily as Gabriel came towards me.
Gabriel paused in his step at my silent plea, anguish and fury warring on his face. I knew he would have given anything to hold me, but the three feet between us might as well have been a thousand miles.
“I got away,” I whispered. “Barely. And ever since then I’ve been trying to get enough dirt on him so I can take him down.”
“Lena,” Gabriel choked. His wild furious eyes could have belonged to a caged animal. “Fuck!”
“Do you know how many women he’s hurt?” I said unsteadily. “Do you know how many times he’s gotten away with it?”
I knew I was unfairly taking this out on Gabriel, but the damage had been done. The dam was broken, and an entire year’s worth of pent-up hate and anger and fear was spilling out and now there was no way to hold it back.
Gabriel was in agony, but I knew he couldn’t possibly be hurting the way I was.
Because every breath I was taking was tearing me apart.
“Now you know about your father.”
I turned away from Gabriel, that man that I’d made love to. The man I’d given my heart and body to.
“I need to be alone right now,” I whispered, knowing that he’d have followed me if I let him. “I’m sorry, but I can’t be with you. Kline’s the man who tried to rape me, and you…” My voice broke. “You’re his son.”
Gabriel’s anguished gaze burned on my back the entire time as I fled from the room.
They say college prepares you for adulthood and life, the final crucial step before you spread your wings and take your place in society. I believed that once—until it happened. Because though there are many things college prepares you for, one of the things it doesn’t is ironically, real life.
College doesn’t prepare you for the ones who prey on you, for example. It doesn’t prepare you for the time it happens, that thing you’ve only ever seen happen on TV or the news, and it sure as hell doesn’t teach you to fight back.
Years and years of conditioning to be graceful and obedient and agreeable and to never make a scene. College doesn’t prepare you for the fact that when it happens, you cannot even scream. You can’t fight back because you’re a girl, and good girls don’t make scenes.
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